And how the gothfags wept....
I had an entire story to go along with this, then my IE re-set. MOTHER FUCKER. Anyshit, LJ was down for a while, and I spent a creamtastic moment imagining how many angst-filled dipshits fled to the solace of Hot Topic and Twistee Treats (Emos gotta eat too). With no way to document their 'Fight the System" existence, and comment on how their parental units were mindless cattle and tools for making them take out the garbage, the streets must have been filled with bad underground music from "My fave band is more obscure than yours" competitions. People on the streets must have been blinded by the myriad of studs and spikes on leather belts and wide-legged pants. Hair gel rained down upon the sidewalks like congealed blood. It was a dark day.. a deadly day.. the day the blogging died.